Phyllis McGinley (March 21, 1905 - February 22, 1978) was an American writer of children's books and poet about the positive aspects of suburban life.
McGinley was born in Ontario, Oregon. At age 3, her family moved to Colorado, and on to Ogden, Utah after her father died.
She studied at the University of Southern California and the University of Utah in Salt Lake City, ... more »
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Phyllis McGinley Poems
Daylight Savings Time
In spring when maple buds are red, We turn the clock an hour ahead; Which means, each April that arrives, We lose an hour out of our lives.
Sunday Poetry: Ballade of Lost Objects
Where are the ribbons I tie my hair with? Where is my lipstick? Where are my hose - The sheer ones hoarded these weeks to wear with
Daniel at Breakfast
his paper propped against the electric toaster (nicely adjusted to his morning use), Daniel at breakfast studies world disaster
She said, If tomorrow my world were torn in two, Blacked out, dissolved, I think I would remember (As if transfixed in unsurrendering amber)
Reflections at Dawn
I wish I owned a Dior dress Made to my order out of satin. I wish I weighed a little less And could read Latin.
The first thing to remember about fathers is, they're men. A girl has to keep it in mind.
Ode to the end of Summer
Summer, adieu Adieu gregarious season. Goodbye, 'revoir, farewell. Now day comes late; now chillier blows the breeze on
The Angry Man
The other day I chanced to meet An angry man upon the street — A man of wrath, a man of war, A man who truculently bore
Intimations of Mortality
Intimations of Mortality on being told by the dentist that this will be over soon
Quotationsmore quotations »
Of course we women gossip on occasion. But our appetite for it is not as avid as a man's. It is in the boys' gyms, the college fraternity houses, the club locker rooms, the paneled offices of business...Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "Some of My Best Friends ...," The Province of the Heart (1959).
''Frigidity is largely nonsense. It is this generation's catchword, one only vaguely understood and constantly misused. Frigid women are few. There is a host of diffident and slow-ripening ones.''Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "The Honor of Being a Woman," The Province of the Heart (1959).
''Our bodies are shaped to bear children, and our lives are a working out of the processes of creation. All our ambitions and intelligence are beside that great elemental point.''Phyllis McGinley (1905-1978), U.S. poet, author. "The Honor of Being a Woman," The Province of the Heart (1959).
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Daylight Savings Time
In spring when maple buds are red,
We turn the clock an hour ahead;
Which means, each April that arrives,
We lose an hour out of our lives.
Who cares? When autumn birds in flocks
Fly southward, back we turn the clocks,
And so regain a lovely thing
That missing hour we lost in spring.